Archive for August, 2012

We walked all around during the day, (which was a very interesting experience, with the giant bruise on my thigh from being bitten the night before) and we went to an amazing Chinese restaurant and I ate more noodles. And fried rice. We came home and I forget exactly how the subject came up, but I admitted that I’d been feeling kind of insecure lately. Garnet petted me and cuddled me and then somehow we were fooling around and they were groping me and pressing their fingers against my ass.

“Sir,” I giggled, “that feels good. It’s making me…want things.”

“Like what?” Garnet asked.

I kind of semi-embarrasedly mumbled that it was making me want to be fucked in the ass.

“Right now?” Garnet asked.

“Well…it doesn’t have to be right now…” I waffled annoyingly. They gave me a look. ”I would really like it,” I said.

They had me pick out some toys, and they picked out some toys, and I asked how they wanted me. I ended up lying on my back. They snapped on a glove and lubed up, then started sliding a finger inside me. The angle was a little tricky (I really need to get some sort of wedge thingy to make that easier), but it felt completely and utterly delicious. A second finger soon followed, and apparently a third? I didn’t really realize until after how easily I took three of their fingers until afterwords.

They grabbed one of the dildos we’d set aside and condomed it and slipped it into my ass. It felt so good. I really, really love the way they fuck my ass. And of course I said the usual kind of ridiculous stuff I tend to say when they do. I pushed myself onto the dildo, saying something about how it felt good and right to be fucked like that. I called them Master. They said “…that sounds so…Catholic. ‘Good and right.’” I may have giggled at that, but I honestly can’t remember.

After fucking my ass for a while, they reached for another dildo. A long curvy red glass one that always looks kind of like a snake to me, and they started pushing it into my cunt, working its yummy firm head against my g-spot. I started to lose the ability to say ridiculous things, and was pretty much just making incoherent (though also possibly ridiculous) noises.

I seriously don’t even have the words for how amazing being double penetrated by them feels.

So of course when they put the vibrator against my clit I came almost immediately. It was a long, shaking orgasm that felt like it was going to last forever. Even when I stopped actually coming, everything kept on feeling amazing. I’m not sure how long they kept fucking me while I kind of…flopped around (which I suspect was not all that sexy looking) and made inarticulate noises, but it felt like a very long, very delicious-feeling time. It was intense and I was all non-verbal and had kind of lost my sense of time.

Eventually they pulled out, and I lay there for a long time, still kind of unable to function. They petted me until I came back to myself. When I could speak in full sentences again they made me eat the leftover fried rice, knowing the way my blood sugar tends to drop after intense sex. They take good care of me.

After I got cleaned up and ate, we cuddled a lot. By the end of the weekend, I didn’t feel insecure anymore. But I still have another post to write about that…

Garnet came over last weekend, and we had kind of a lot of sex. It was pretty great. We also ate a lot of noodles, snuggled a lot, and took a bath together. Which was also delightful.

After work, I headed into Manhattan to meet Garnet at the train station…only to have them text and say they were driving in. But we met up at a noodle place that’s really great, and that’s one of our places, and we ate delicious food and shared a lychee margarita. I didn’t even freak out that much when we drove over the bridge.

“Do you want to play tonight?” Garnet asked when we got home. Of course I did. They pulled out the rainbow dildo and told me to choose two vibrators. They said something about being terrible at foreplay, then amended it to being terrible at initiating (believe me, they are really good at foreplay), so of course I kissed them. We made out, and soon they were petting my clit.

I feel like it took way less time for me to come from manual stimulation than last time. We did have to pause for lube at one point, but I still think it took less time, and it felt delicious.

Then they started sliding the dildo into me. I was a little sad that I couldn’t take anything girthier, but I’m sure I’ll be able to again at some point. I put my hand on my abdomen to feel the way the tip of the toy pushed it out at the top of each stroke. At one point they bit my thigh, and I squirmed and tried desperately not to cry out. Then, they held one of the vibes against my clit. I couldn’t even ask permission (which I did manage to say out loud), I just came really hard.

So after making me come, fucking me hard and fast (they do such delicious things when they fuck me with a dildo by hand…but then, they do delicious things with pretty much anything. Or just their fingers.) and making me come again, they started flicking my clit hard. It hurt. I don’t know how I managed to take it without closing my legs or squirming away.

I used to be better at them. My dreams have always been…unusually vivid and often could be described as cinematic. But Dr. Asshole basically shamed me out of being able to have sex dreams entirely when we were together, and in the years since, though I do have an occasional hot dream about whoever I’m with when I have the dream, dreams about people I’m not actually dating tend to go all sideways.

Another quirk of my sex dreams is that I’ve always been able to get very very close to having orgasms in my sleep.

So…last week I had an awkward dream. I may have mentioned that I’m not allowed to masturbate right now. If I haven’t, well, I’m not allowed to masturbate right now. It’s been, I think, exactly a month of not masturbating.

I fell asleep watching “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” and I dreamed that I hooked up with a skinny southern girl who sounded exactly like Applejack. She was wearing a denim skirt and a bright pink tube top, and we were making out on her couch. I tried to pull her top down, but she stopped me, saying she was self-conscious about her small breasts, saying they were uneven and her nipples looked funny. I tried to reassure her, saying almost everyone’s tits are uneven, including mine. I took my own shirt off, partly to prove my point, and my breasts were drastically uneven. Much more than in real life. I put my shirt back on. We moved to her bed, which had a white metal frame and pastel linens.

We continued to make out, grinding against each other, her skirt riding up. I was getting really turned on, and the grinding felt really good, and then I somehow got past the point where dreams like this usually cut off and I’m pretty sure I came in my sleep. Which has never happened before.

Then things started to fall apart. I definitely actually thought “Well, I had an orgasm, I’m done here.” and we both got up off the bed, straightening our clothes and putting ourselves back together. Then, abruptly, I remembered Garnet and started to panic. At first I panicked because of messing around with someone else. Then, somewhere deep down I remembered that she’s actually given me explicit permission to have sex dreams about other people, so then I just panicked because I hadn’t told her where I was and I couldn’t find my phone and when I did find it the battery was dead. Then I woke up.

So…while it was definitely a little strange in places, and panicky at the end, it’s pretty cool that I can apparently have orgasms in my sleep.

Garnet has made it a rule that any time it happens I have to blog about the dream that caused it. So here’s the first post like that.

I do not normally blog that much about sex toys. Partly because I talk about sex toys all day at work, and I feel sometimes like blogging about them is some kind of weird conflict of interests. So while I occasionally namedrop whatever happens to be in use when I write about Garnet and I having sex, I don’t write a whole lot about specific toys.

That being said, I really, really love the work the folks at Vixen Creations do. Their Randy is gloriously perfect, since I love girth but have kind of a shallow vagina. Also, it’s handsomely sculptural. And there seriously are no words for how excited I was to see that they’ve done a special edition Leo with bats inside it for Halloween.

Seriously. BATS! IN YOUR DILDO!

But I’ve never tried anything made out of their celebrated Vixskin dual-density silicone. I’m super familiar with the material. I poke and squeeze it all the time and work, and it is lovely. But I don’t own any Vixskin toys.

We had gone to Wal-Mart earlier in the evening, and bought a few things in the craft department. And Garnet had taken a class about…decorative needlework. We snagged a table in the medical area, and Garnet laid out their tools–gloves, rubbing alcohol, needles, and glittery tinsel pipe cleaners.

I took off my dress and my bra, and we covered the table and I hopped up on it and laid down on my stomach. They swabbed my back with rubbing alcohol. We talked about how many needles I was going to get, and they decided they’d do five on each side. I tried hard not to think about the fact that I hadn’t been stuck with needles since February, and I’d never taken more than four or so before. Ten seemed like a lot of needles.

Garnet coached me on when to breathe. They pushed the needles in, and on a few I definitely cried out and kicked my feet and stuff. It definitely hurt. But soon, all the needles were in place. Garnet reached for a pipe cleaner and twisted it into a spiral. I could only sort of see what they were doing, but they twisted each pipe cleaner, alternating purple and silver, and stuck the ends into the end caps of the needles in my back. I couldn’t tell at all what it looked like, but I could feel every adjustment they made, pulling under my skin. It didn’t all exactly hurt (though some of it did), but I could feel all of it very thoroughly. When they were done, I laid there for a bit while they went to find one of the professional photographers. After the pictures, they pulled out the pipe cleaners on one whole side so I could see the design. It was beautiful.

After they pulled out the needles, and gave me a few minutes to feel more normal again, they told me to drag a mat (just like a big, blue gym mat) over so it would be near where our friends were hanging out. Apparently we were going to have an audience for the next part. Then they went out to the car and returned with two pairs of boots.

Now I have kind of a thing about boots. Okay, maybe more than kind of. I really, really like boots. Someday soon I have got to get my shit together and learn to bootblack.

Garnet had me take my dress off again, and they led me to the mat. I don’t remember exactly how I ended up lying on my stomach, but I did. And Garnet proceeded to, well, stomp the shit out of me. They pressed their boots into my back, my arms, my thighs. They literally kicked my ass, giving me deep, thumpy impact with the toes of their boots. When they were done with my back, they gave me a sharp nudge in my left side to get me to turn over.

Being able to see it all added to the experience. Garnet looked like a badass punk, in their Union Jack Doc Martens, and being able to see them coming at me as well as hearing the way they taunted me and feeling the treads of the boots against my skin was deliciously terrifying. ”What’s wrong? Don’t you like my new boots?” they asked.

As I often do, I had trouble keeping my hands down and not trying to protect my tender bits. I kept trying to cover my breasts, and getting yelled at for it, until finally Garnet pinned my arms to the mat with their feet and beat my breasts with their hands until I safeworded on that particular activity. They gave me a few more sharp nudges with their toes before asking if I’d had enough. I nodded and they helped me up. I was kind of relieved we didn’t make it to the second pair of boots.

I then proceeded to have the most intense physical and emotional reaction I think I’ve ever had after a scene. I started out shaky, with my teeth chattering like I was cold, but without actually feeling cold. Then I had a few minutes of intense post-scene drop, where I felt sad and weird and isolated–Garnet cuddled me and petted me until I felt better. Then I got giggly and euphoric and talked and talked. We sat in the car when we got back to the hotel, and talked about stuff, until I was all talked out and feeling more even.

We went in and got ready for bed. Everyone else had gotten back to the room before us, but Garnet had promised me an orgasm, so once we were in bed they had me pass them I vibrator. They held the vibe against my clit and I could feel the orgasm building from the beginning (probably partly because I hadn’t come in over a week), but I was having a bit of trouble getting over the edge. Garnet pushed the vibe against me and moved it and whispered encouragement until I let go and came and shook against the vibrator and their hand.

We were at an event last weekend, Garnet and their…on-again off-again OSO and some other friends and I. I went to classes and learned a lot and I got in trouble a lot and (largely because I had particularly awful PMS) I cried a lot. Garnet bought me a really pretty little black glass butt plug with a glittery red stone in the base.

On the second day, when I’d just finished up a particularly awesome class, I met up with Garnet and we grabbed a snack. I happened to win rock, paper, scissors, so I was lucky enough to get fucked during the lunch break. Yay!

Garnet led me into the playspace and told me to pick a spanking bench. After some pointless dithering (I’m really bad at completely arbitrary decisions) I chose between the two and they led me over to the one I’d picked. I climbed onto it and put my head down and my ass up, and Garnet pulled down my undies and started spanking me. They hit my ass, and I squealed and cried out, and then they switched to my shoulders.

After a little bit they stopped, and put down chucks over each part of the spanking bench. I’d already cried a little, so I laughed and asked if the one under my head and shoulders was to catch my tears. A few moments later, Garnet pushed my head back down and poured cold water over my shoulders. I was somewhere between laughing and crying–I hate getting my face wet, but also I was just confused. They landed a few more smacks on my upper back. ”It hurts more when it’s wet, doesn’t it?” they asked me, grinning. It did.

I got more water poured over my ass, and more sharp, stingy smacks there. They varied the hits, though I think they focused more on my back, and it hurt and soon I was crying again. One of the nice things about a playspace like that is being able to let go and scream and cry loudly. I was soon a wet and teary mess.

I think it was around then that Garnet paused and asked if I was ready to be fucked. I said that I was, and they put on a glove and slid their hand over me, rubbing over my labia, petting my clit. It felt delicious. I thought they were just going to fuck me manually, but instead they unzipped their pants and pulled out the rainbow cock I’d given them. They slipped on a condom, positioned my legs, then pushed inside me.

It felt really good. ”Really good” doesn’t even begin to describe it actually. It is not something I can come from without a vibrator, but being fucked hard and fast from being feels so good in a completely different way. It is deeply satisfying in a way that’s not really tied to having an orgasm for me. Annoyingly, I was really tight and positioning was tricky, so we kept having to readjust (seriously, what was going on with my being that tight?) but I got hit more during the breaks. I was starting to get closer to hitting my limit for being hit on my back…I was pretty well tenderized, and PMS was making my pain tolerance especially low. I think Garnet poured more water over me and hit me there a few more times…I was sobbing hard, and they continued to fuck me hard and fast, and I had one of those moments where everything is just so hot and delicious and perfect…and then the pain tipped the balance and I had to call “red” on being hit there. Garnet found a really good position for thrusting then, and kept really pushing into me, and I felt deliciously used.

After a little while of that, we sort of wound down. We cleaned up the space, and I asked if I could suck their cock. They said they’d been planning to have me suck a different one, but I argued in favor of doing both, and they switched to a non-lubricated condom and repositioned. They sat on the top part of the bench, with me kneeling on the lower part between their legs.

I really, really like sucking cock. My deep-throating skills aren’t what they used to be right now, but Garnet likes it when I gag and I could feel myself improving as I sucked. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I slid their cock into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. I was really turned on and really into it, and I also wanted to put on a really good show. I tried sliding it down my throat, but came up coughing and spluttering just a few seconds later. I pulled back. Garnet grabbed me and thrust into my mouth, pushing at my throat again until I gagged again. ”Let me know if you need to come up for air,” they said.

“Don’t worry.” I giggled. ”I’ll give you a very communicative tap on the leg.” I grabbed their cock and worked it with my hand, sliding the head into my mouth just a little before pulling back. I sucked and licked and looked up at them, and they looked down and me and moaned and told me how hot everything I was doing was. I managed to take them down my throat a few more times, and by the end I was able to go much longer without gagging. Then we finished up, and cleaned up our little space, and went to find our friends.